The campfire crackled and popped as shadows bounce and shift in the night. Yasmina and Sammy watched the embers play in the night sky from their spot on an old blanket they had. Sammy had laid her head on her girlfriend's chest listening to the steady beat of her heart and Yaz wrapped an arm around Sammy's shoulder, absentmindedly drawing shapes on her skin with her thumb.
They loved having moments like these where everything was calm, no running around the ranch working on projects and animals, no dinosaurs. Just moments where they can take time to rest.
